Party To Damascus (Main Version (with intro)) feat. Missy Elliott

歌詞

Yeah it's ove that's right Missy With The Preachers Son It's over ok I told you yeah J-CLEF let's go woo uh oh Yeah hey you Clef oh these motherfuckers ain't ready for this shit Me and Clef on this track what you want Heard you wanna battle us both I hope you don't Hand me my mic two woofers in my trunk Sound like gonk ga gonk ga gonk ga gonk ga ga ga gonk c'mon I drink that Dom Perignon I drink that shot of Petron to turn me on I got that red eye bomb get you stoned I got them gunshots head knock till my bed stop Hey I'm from a place called New Jersey they call it the New Jersey land I'm only here for one night girl I'm on the plane tomorrow but I love the way you move girl and do that belly dancing So let's play you're my teacher and won't you give me my first lesson c'mon I teach you what you want The things you need to know Come in and shut the door Let's get this party going baby let me show you how you can satisfy a girl needs oh yeah c'mon c'mon In the morning in the evening In the nighttime gotta have it It's a feeling I can't fight it You got me speaking another language Bo habibi Nishtage'a Bo habibi Nishtage'a It's official raise your glasses cause this party gonna go to Damascus she said her dad's in the Army and he's the number one sniper and if he ever found out he'd have me swimming with the fishes in the water now I'm a say something crazy girl I love you I know we meeting for the first time in the club but this feels like a deja vu C'mon I teach you what you want The things you need to know Come in and shut the door Let's get this party going baby let me show you how you can satisfy a girl needs oh yeah c'mon c'mon In the morning in the evening In the nighttime gotta have it It's a feeling I can't fight it You got me speaking another language Bo habibi Nishtage'a Bo habibi Nishtage'a It's official raise your glasses cause this party gonna go to Damascus Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday gotta have it Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday gotta have it Wuy to the Clef c'mon Boy I keep it realer than the titties on my chest Milk does your body good come on take a sip Like it taste good don't it You's a fine dreadlock come on get How many times Missy crushed the very best How many bombs on my summer Funk Flex as many times as Teddy Reilly said yep yep Did you get it I stays on your mind like a fitted like did it make you walk for cheeksteaks to the city Rough chick dirty jeans ain't nothin pretty me and Clef stepping to the mic to get busy c'mon In the morning in the evening In the nighttime gotta have it It's a feeling I can't fight it You got me speaking another language Bo habibi Nishtage'a Bo habibi Nishtage'a It's official raise your glasses cause this party gonna go to Damascus uh oh Yeah hey you Clef oh What's up Missy You know I love you girl What's up Missy Let's go I got the guitar sounding like a satar Holy holy Jerry Wonder I need some security Call police